Friday, December 1, 2017


      Facing the virgin page is a bit like setting out in any direction in a sailboat... And you're going to let the wind decide what direction you're taking.
       And the wind picks up around dawn and the birds have started singing and the sweetness of Jamaica grasses are behind you on the wind.
      This day I was heading north at a brisk pace because the wind was from the south-east and
the light boat was skipping across the waves. Ten minutes later I looked across the stern and I could no longer see the island.
      I had crossed the horizon. I was beyond the horizon.
      And this can be a little spooky if you know what's underneath you. I was riding over the Cayman Trench, a place where the ocean is six miles deep.
        I had never dived into the Cayman Trench but I had skirted the edges of it. Beyond the second reef north of Mammee Bay, the ocean floor drops away like the tilt of the biggest mountain you have ever seen. The bottom drops away into the darkness.
        At my first sighting of this horrendous yet beautiful descent, I had no urge to go any deeper. I was afraid, and I don't like admitting this, but my first impulse was to flee.

         Similar to this, you never know what you're going to write.

(C)2017 by W.G. Milne

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